Kisses Of A Criminal

Scream

Viva's POV

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"When's the last time somebody told you that they love you?"

River was so close. I could see the patterns in his dark blue eyes, I could smell his scent- an impossibly nice cologne, sweet mint, and a hint of smoke. It was, I hate to say, mouthwatering. Point is, he was close enough for it to completely cloud up my head. Or maybe I was smelling his clothes that I currently wore.

The words he spoke literally burned me like fire. Love is like a word in a different language to me. I don't know the meaning of it, I don't know what it feels like, or what it looks like. I don't have parents; they're not in my life. In the foster home I spend my childhood in, I was never actually taken in by a family. I was stuck in there so long that they eventually gave me my own dorm room, no roomates like the others. I spent all that time reading, shutting everyone out, besides when I was getting yelled at for skipping meals or refusing to pray.

Then came along Martin, the big boss of the agency. He took me and a few boys, "adopted" us, and we've been training and working ever since. I never heard how he managed it- they need endless background info and require to see your home in order to adopt a child. But he pulled it off anyhow. And that's that. The only friendship I have are the younger ones at the agency, and even that is limited. Never had a best friend, never had a boyfriend. Everyone messes around with eachother there- Hookups, spin the bottle for the teens- but that's it.

The agency doesn't give love, they give jobs.

Never in my entire life has anyone told me they love me. And I've never said it to someone else.

River stared at me like he knew that. Like he knew that I've always wished for that, secretly. To get at least an idea of the word Love.

He looked at me like he understood.

But he doesn't. Nobody does.

I told him something I fully believed. "You don't know me."

My heart was still pounding from hearing his question, and from the emotions that hit. His closeness made it hard to breathe normally. He breathed out, the sweet mint smell fanning over my lips, making me dizzy. Tingles started everywhere. My stomach stirred, with something almost like need. Which was ridiculous, because I don't need anything. Still, I was overwhelmed.

He leaned even closer, eyes clouded. "Let me." He murmured.

I knew what was coming before it happened. My heart stopped, then he brought himself down and kissed me.

All at once, everything disappeared. My thoughts, the room, the pain in my bruised body. All there was was River. His lips pressed against mine, firm and soft, yet the spark I felt was intense enough to make me inwardy gasp. His hands, fingertips grazing my sides, were warm and tempting. He lingered, grasping my hips gently and pulling us together, before pulling away, though just barely. Our foreheads together, lips a hair away. My breath was already heavy, and his was too. I was stunned. The criminal just fucking kissed me. He left me to get beaten half to death not even two hours ago. He's my current target. He's the enemy. He's heartless. And he kissed me.

Yet, I found myself immediately wrapping my arms around his neck and yanking him right back, kissing him harder. He responded instantly, crushing me against the wall and lifting one hand from my waist to cup my cheek. I tangled a hand into his hair. His mouth expertly explored mine, hungrily instead of gently, making me moan softly. I tugged at his hair, and he made a sound deep in his throat. There still wasn't enough. I pulled him closer, closer, desperately. He caught on, lifting me easily so I could wrap my arms around his waist. He broke away, moving to my neck, planting feverish kisses up and down. I gasped when he hit a sensitive spot, tugging at his hair.